Hit The Floor(Explicit) - MC Eiht

Hit The Floor (Explicit) - MC Eiht/Daz Dillinger
We came in the door said it before
West side east side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure got chronic galore
And the ho's keep begging us to blow some more
Money makes the world stay up that's right
Fiends to hook us up on the late night hype
G's flips on the corner while we chill in the club
Short skirts put in work straight show you love
You know the title
Heavy weight n**ga with the green everybody know the spot
One times ain't hot
Gots the bomb
Everybody tell your friends
C P T and the L B back again
Bring your heat
Eiht and Daz with the paper
One time won't be gaffing for the caper
Can't see me
Two black n**gas from the west
Decide where they hoo ride two of the best
No contest
C P T so get it straight
Y'all don't know the program switches on my brougham
Skates to the L B three wheel motion
C P T chill with G's right next to the ocean
We came in the door said it before
West side east side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure got chronic galore
And the ho's keep begging us to blow some more
We too rough we too tough
And the n**gas that I hang with is just too much
And we'll f**k you up
When we acting up
Dat n**ga Daz and Eiht straight f**king sh*t up
Swerving down the block as my system knock
Niggas take what you got get trip you get shot
Come through like we usually do for you and who
Draped in blue
Nothing but riders in my crew
Throwing it up
Mad dog all in my cup
Smoking blunt after blunt ready to f**k sh*t up
Ni**a what
How you want it ain't no survivors just goners
It's getting hectic when the 9 start spitting
Burn around and lay every rapper down in your town
Wash 'em up just like the verdict come down
We'll take your sh*t
Your b**ch and your grip
And this is how it is when we take your sh*t
We came in the door said it before
West side east side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure got chronic galore
And the ho's keep begging us to blow some more
We came in the door said it before
West side east side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure got chronic galore
And the ho's keep begging us to blow some more
Hit and run
Just for fun
But it ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
Stop fakin' baby cause we got paper to spend
More peso's guaranteed to clock those
Suppose I be's the n**ga with static
Watch my back always packs the automatic
East coast west coast f**k that you dig
Niggas in your own hood'll split your wig
But me I'm on the premium
Never on the regular
Connects in bound trips on my cellular
I'm telling ya
It must be the good life son
Land of the sunshine crystal wine
Keeps one time thinking suspicious
Twenty six S 5 hun' twenty inches
Must be the money from the rob they don't know
Must be the money from the gang fo' sho'
We came in the door said it before
West side east side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure got chronic galore
And the ho's keep begging us to blow some more
Who's your friend or not
Your old partners from the block
Take and pop shots
Trying to put my life to a stop
Prepare for the murder spree
Bustin' until I'm free of these bastards
Never heard of me and never knew of me
Supposed to love homie show me
Through all the sh*t that we been through homie you owe me
Make you pay fo' sho' it is rough
Off brand n**gas getting rushed
On the boulevard times is really getting rough
Call your bluff why you wanna always front
To be a all day n**ga it's a all day stunt
I'm from the east side of long beach and we roll deep
Creep and blow your whole head off you're caught in the street
Cause
We came in the door said it before
West side east side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure got chronic galore
And the ho's keep begging us to blow some more
We came in the door said it before
West side east side when we hit the floor
Got the paper for sure got chronic galore
And the ho's keep begging us to blow some more
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